Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101 One Month

Three round projectiles sliced through the air at supersonic speeds, homing in on the white haired boy standing resolutely in his pristine white kimono.

His hand rested casually on the hilt of his katana, exuding an air of unshakable confidence as if facing down a trio of hurtling projectiles was an everyday affair.

Within moments, the projectiles closed in, closing the gap to a mere five meters. At that instant, a mesmerizing dance of silver slashes erupted into existence, a breathtaking display of unfathomable skill.

The air was filled with shimmering lines of silvery light, each cutting the incoming projectiles with flawless precision. They exploded into countless fragments, scattering in every direction as if the boy had willed them to disintegrate.

Not a single line of his expression shifted, remaining as calm as still waters.

Without pause, another set of projectiles, this time numbering four, followed suit. The ethereal dance of his katana played out in a symphony of destruction, each incoming projectile meeting the same fate.

His graceful strikes cut through the air, effortlessly splitting them into a myriad of fragments. Yet, he remained undaunted, an embodiment of serenity amid chaos.

Then came five more projectiles, and before his sword could meet their path, Atticus's keen senses detected a shift. Swift as a streak of lightning, he darted ten meters to the right, displaying a sudden burst of agility that defied explanation.

Immediately, a ferocious eruption of searing hot lava spewed forth from the ground where he had stood just moments ago, its intensity alarming.

The frequency of the shooting projectiles continued to escalate, first to six, then seven, and soon ten, fifteen, and more. Their assaults became increasingly relentless, the intervals between bursts of lava growing shorter, as if to test his limits.

Undaunted, the boy moved with a speed and grace that defied imagination. His every motion was like a work of art, the lightning fast slashes from his katana transcending the realm of human capability.

With lightning speed, he severed each incoming projectile, reducing them to fragments, and elegantly dodged the eruptions of lava that sought to engulf him.

It had been one month since Atticus began his training within the katana realm, and his progress was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

At the beginning, he could barely last more than a few seconds, and dealing with any more than five projectiles was a challenge, especially when accounting for the erratic lava bursts.

The journey wasn't easy, but Atticus possessed a unique advantage that none of the previous wielders learning second art had at this stage: his extraordinary intelligence and perception. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

Even from the very beginning, Atticus had displayed intelligence and perception levels far beyond what one would expect for his rank.

Most individuals would awaken their perception as they ascended through the ranks, this was the norms.

As an individual increased in rank, all their stats improved, including stats like intelligence and charm. And Perception naturally awakened once an individual's intelligence reached a certain threshold.

It was typical for higher-ranking individuals to have awakened perception, and this single awakening significantly boosted their overall strength.